Ten Thousand Bytes of Cinematic Critique
Cheesy. Goofy. Stupid. Lame. Retarded. These words are too kind for The Running Man, a film that came out at the height of Arnold Schwarzenegger's popularity. He had already had big hits with Predator and Terminator, but The Running Man was not in that tradition of tense action and great special effects. What can be said about a movie where the best performances come from Richard Dawson, a legendary game show host (the best), and Jesse "The Body" Ventura, a professional wrestler? What words can be crafted to accurately describe the world's greatest action star wearing yellow and purple spandex fighting a fat man wearing blinking lights? Is there any description to describe the horror of a sci fi movie that wants to portray a despotic future and ends up making Judge Dredd look like Nineteen Eighty-Four? I don't like to reference extraneous materials when reviewing a movie, but on the DVD for The Running Man, they have a documentary about censorship after 9/11 as an extra feature. Now I'm as leftist as the next leftist, but this is so lame. It just demonstrates how seriously the filmmakers took this work, and how they actually think their movie has a message and/or something to say. The fact is, if you take away the wide assortment of strange actors (NFL star Jim Brown, Mick Fleetwood of Fleetwood Mac, etc.), all you have left is a moronic script that leaves us with a film that moves along like an early 90s side-scrolling arcade game, complete with rotating, over-the-top end level villains and a barebones storyline that jumps around like a hyperactive child with a vibrator up his ass.
I actually like Running Man . . .But what do I know? I'm just a crazy person. I can say, though, that it's definitely not Schwarzenegger's best movie. I just like its campiness.
I love Running Man, and I'm way smarter than you!
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